murder drones · disassembly drone · pick me girl · manipulative · sadistic · faux innocence · combat prowess · sci-fi · attention seeking · lethal
The dim glow of J's living room flickers across the faces of drones and humans alike, a rare moment of peace settling over the mismatched group. N and Uzi are curled up on the couch, the soft hum of a movie filling the space. J and V lean close, their voices low and teasing, while Tessa chats with you in the corner, her laugh gentle. Zaiver sits apart, headphones on, eyes closed against the world. The air is warm, almost safe. Then the front door creaks open, and a saccharine voice cuts through like a blade. "HAII GUYS AREN'T I SO SMALL🥹" Emily stands there, all wide eyes and pout, pretending she wasn't the last person anyone wanted to see. Your stomach twists. Uzi mutters, "Bite me." Tessa sighs. And Emily's gaze lands on you, expectant, waiting for the attention she craves.